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Submissive Panther, Sadistic Coyote	By : Killermuffins Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Submissive Panther, Sadistic Coyote
A/N: Whelp, I'm new to this site and I'm also new to writing fan fiction. So please be nice. I decided to write a Coyote Stark and Grimmjow pairing. This pairing is most defiantly crack! But, hopefully it blends into an actual story, not some mumbled-jumbled googly-gook! Also, this is my first time at a perverse story and writing yaoi. So reviews are really appreciated!
Anime: Bleach
Pairing: GrimmjowxStarrk (Crack/Yaoi)
Summary: Stark is in trouble for being lazy and Grimmjow is in trouble for his foul mouth. Aizen assigns Stark to discipline the foul mouth Sexta Espada, in any way possible...
Rating: MA(for graphic sex scences)
Warnings: Swearing, BDSM themes, yaoi(gay males having sex), anal, oral, spanking, toys and wax play. Also, misplaced humor. Also graphic sexual situations. Don't forget the major OOCCness!
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Aizen had it up to here, with Grimmjow's language and lack of respect for authority. He also had it with the way he treated people that were higher rank then him.
Aizen sighed for the thousandth time that day, running an elegant hand through his chestnut colored hair. The ex-5th division captain scanned the thrown room of Waco Mundo.
All of the Espada were present and sitting at the grand table. Ulquiorra(his faithful dog) stationed in the fourth seat.
Grimmjow's loud mouth running off, trying to start fights with this fellow espada members. The electric-blue hair espada, with matching eyes and a sadistic smile to suit it. Grimmjow was a strange Espada, his release form a panther, his feral attitude and sadistic nature matched the creature to a 'T'.
Aizen's coffee colored eyes scanned his espada minions, all nine–wait one was missing. Aizen-sama stared at the blank spot, that belong to Coyote Stark, the strongest espada in his arson.
"Where is Stark?" Aizen said in a bland tone.
"Who gives a flying fuck!" Grimmjow fumed, "let's just get this fucking shit of a meeting over with, I have better things to occupy myself with!"
Aizen's brow had a slight ticked a bit, if his nature wasn't so controlled and calm, he would have lost his cool.
"Silence, you worthless piece of trash," Ulquiorra implied in a bland tone.
All of the other espada just sighed and looked onwards.
As usual, Grimmjow started a quarrel with the monotonous Ulquiorra Cifer. It never worked, the quarrel always had a reverse side-effect; one that didn't land in Grimmjow's favor.
"Enough." Aizen said in the usual controlled tone, that he was accustomed to using.
Aizen sighed and began again.
"Where is Coyote Stark?" he asked, sending a passive glance at the Sexta Espada. As if he didn't need to answer it...
"Found im,'" The fox faced ex-third captain stated, the usual mocking grin on his features.
Gin's lanky form made his way into the vast room, lugging a very bored and sleepy Stark with him.
"Ah, much appreciated, Ichimaru-San!" Aizen exclaimed (in only the way he could) clapping his hands.
"Why did you have to disturb my slumber?" Stark grumbled, grinding the sleep out of his eyes.
"Can we get this fuckin' pointless-as-fuck meeting started~?!" the blue haired espada growled ferally.
Aizen's brown twitched again, his control was starting to dwindle, on a thin string.
"Yeah, I'd like to get back to sleep," Stark said, slouching into a white chair in a tired fashion.
Aizen's brow ticked again, his control now dwindling on a hair-thin string. His control was starting to come undone, like a tumbling twine of string. If those two said or complained one more—
"I'm fuckin' leavin', Aizen, take this meetin' and shove it—"
'Snap' went Aizen's strong control.
"SILENCE~!" Aizen yelled, rising up out of his seat and slamming his hands on the table, with enough force to shake the sturdy piece of oak.
All nine of the espada glanced flabbergasted at their king, but didn't utter a single word. Even Grimmjow, who usually let his mouth run, was silent in awe, his mouth gaping like a fish.
Stark could care less, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.
The number Ono Espada spoke first. "Sorry, Lord Aizen, sir,"
"Pshh, push over," Grimmjow finally muttered, receiving a cold glance from the usually lazy espada.
"I've had it up to the moon with you two," Aizen said in a brutal tone.
Stark looked down at his feet and remained in honorary silence. Grimmjow on the other hand; smirked being able to get a reaction out of the normally placid King of Waco Mundo.
Aizen, realizing his outburst, sank back into his throne and looked a little of utter embarrassment.
Gin on the other hand, his smile getting wider, even if that was physically possible.
"May I suggest ya' punish em'" The fox-faced goon said.
Aizen almost looked intrigued, and a thought ran through his twisted-power hungry mind. He decided it was time to teach Grimmjow a lesson and Stark would be the tool, that he would use to implement that said punishment.
"You all are dismissed, since the point of this meeting is useless," Aizen stated.
All of the members began to rise and stand.
"Not you Grimmjow,"
"Why the fuck not?" Grimmjow roared, showing a feral panther-like snarl.
"Because, I have 'matters' I'd like to discuss with you," he said.
Grimmjow growled and sank his back down into his chair, pouting like an accosted two-year old. He glowered at Ulquiorra, who remained there, like the faithful lapdog he was.
"Ulquiorra, please leave," Aizen said, his tone controlled on the surface but inside his temper was raging thin. He tried to rein it in, like a runaway horse.
"As you wish," Ulquiorra said with a polite bow. The fourth espada took his polite exit.
Stark was about to get up and leave but Aizen stopped him.
"No, you stay put, also" Aizen said.
As all of the Espada and the choice captains left, leaving the number six and one espada baffled.
When Aizen heard the heavy metal door close; he turned to the guilty party of two espada minions.
Aizen sighed and tried to get his control under taps. He exhaled, counted silently to ten, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples and then turned to the two in questioning.
"Yo—" Aizen sent a cold glare towards the sixth espada, Grimmjow shut his yammering trap.
Stark on the other hand, looked bored out of his mind.
"As I was going to say, you two are going to be punished, expect I'm not going to be the one doing it,"
"What?" the remaining espada asked confused.
"Yes, I would like Stark, the more mature and more to dish out the punishment.
"Like Hell!" Grimmjow yelled jumping up to beat the tar out of Aizen, but he released his massive spiritual pressure forcing Grimmjow into the submissive position.
Grimmjow grunted as he felt Aizen's enormous power rush over him. Grimmjow began struggling against it's grasp, fighting back with his own spiritual pressure based attack. No avail, he was crushed back down like a cockroach.
Then Aizen chanted some type of kido biding spell; gagging and binding the Sexta Espada. Grimmjow struggled against his energy-based bindings, with no available chance of getting loose.
"Now, like I was saying, Stark, you need to teach Grimmjow a lesson in respect and teach him who's the authority. If you can do that, I'll forget your own insubordination." Aizen said, glancing at the almost dozing espada.
Stark snapped to full attention, there was no chance he was going to let his 'get out of jail free car' slip out of his grasp. Besides, he didn't care much for Grimmjow anyhow.
"Alright, I'll do it, but by my rules," The laziest and strongest espada said.
"Wonderful!" Aizen said.
If Grimmjow could talk he would say, "Fuck the lot of ya'!"
Sensing his harsh words, Aizen slammed the disgruntled espada's head against the hard floor. Grimmjow saw dots dance in his vision and he slipped into the black dimension of unconsciousness.
XXX
When Grimmjow came to he was tied and gagged. His arms were wrapped in metal chains and he was tied spread eagle on a hard metal surface. His rear end was lower then the rest of his body. His ass was sunk in a special cut out whole. Grimmjow struggled in his bondage, the metal dug deeper into his skin almost to cause bleeding. Being stubborn and brash as he was, Grimmjow began to struggle even more. The pain of his bindings, not surfacing his mind, until he felt the harsh pain the chains tearing his skin. Grimmjow let out a little grunt of pain.
"Fuck!" he cursed against his gag.
"Well, looks like the kitty's up," Stark taunted.
"Fuck you!" Grimmjow cursed against rubber ball, that was taking up space in his oral orifice.
Grimmjow's words were muffled against the ball, Stark could still make out what he was trying to say.
Stark paced over to Grimmjow and slapped him hard against the cheek, with an open hand.
"Shut your trap," The Coyote male said.
Grimmjow grunted as he felt the sting reach his cheek. His nostrils flared as he struggled more against the bonds, he tried to call out his powers. As he made his move to blast the chains he felt his energy start to slip. 'What fucking kind of contraption was it?' he fumed.
"Oh, don't try to use your powers, the chains are special made, by Szayle to cut off eat your energy," Stark said looking bored out of his mind.
That didn't stop the Sexta Espada from struggling, he struggled what seemed like a forever. Until, all of his spiritual pressure left his body, leaving him weak as a human.
The electric-blue hair male panted.
"Told you, dumbass," Stark scolded.
Grimmjow shot him a glare and fumed, blowing hot air out of his nostrils. If looks could kill, Stark would be a pile of ash.
"Now, to teach you your lesson," the coyote male stated.
Grimmjow's bright blue eyes scanned the walls of the dank chamber. He saw all sorts of implements lining the walls. There were all sorts of paddles, whips, crops, things that looked like the were for sexual insertions and don't forget all sorts of bondage implements. Also there was all kind of binding cuffs.
What kind of sick pervert was Aizen?
Stark walked over to the wall and chose a nasty looking whip with nine tails on it. It was made out of leather.
As Stark stalked towards him, like a coyote corning his pray. When he made it to Grimmjow's side, he flipped a switch, spinning the table to where Grimmjow was facing downward. His ass was sticking upwards.
For the first time, Grimmjow registered that he was stark ass naked. (Pun bitterly intended.)
Grimmjow's nostrils flared as he felt the harsh leather crack against his pale ass, his muscles clenching. He had his fair share of pain, but not like this. It burned his pride, worse than it hurt him inwardly.
Grimmjow's cheeks started to become flushed with embarrassment He didn't like what the feeling was doing to him. He felt his member harden as another lash hit him, this time harder...
Stark felt his sadistic side rise up, that all hollows had in them. He felt his loose pants begin to tighten. He never thought in a thousand years, that he'd get a hardon; from Grimmjow Jaggerjacks, no less.
As he crashed the whip more against Grimmjow's inflamed bottom, he glanced down and saw the panther had a hardon too.
Who ever thought that Grimmjow would be a masochist? Stark smirked at the idea. He would see how far this could go...
Grimmjow mentally counted 36 lashes from the cat-like whip. The abuse from the nasty little object stopped...
Grimmjow heard Stark let out a sadistic laugh. "Looks like get off on being dominated, hmm Grimmjow?"
The panther espada didn't respond back. As if Stark needed an answer, he dug into his unlimited arsenal of sexual tools and devices. He grabbed some pearls, that were meant to be inserted in the anus, some water-based lube and a device that went over someone's cock, to keep them from cumming.
He smile sadistically again as he stalked towards his bound prey.
Then Grimmjow felt the coolness of something wet against his pucker hole. He groaned as he felt something with ball-like pearls slide into his virginal canal. His untouched ring of muscles, resisted against the intruder, but finally gave in. The pearls were slick with some type of slimly solution of some sorts. All Grimmjow knew was that it hurt like fucking hell. His ass was on fire as he felt the sadistic number one espada slide them in at a harsh pace. Grimmjow grunted in pain, yet it fed his erection making him even harder, if that was even possible.
Grimmjow secretly loved pain, he got off on it apparently. Against his mind's will, he felt his consciousness slip into a numbing abyss. He was struggling against it from happening...
Stark smirked as he heard Grimmjow grunt as he slipped the last pearl into his ass. The only thing that stuck out was the cord, keeping it from getting lost in Grimmjow's pucker hole.
The number one espada, brought his hand down hard, crashing it on the blue haired male's stretched asshole.
He heard Grimmjow let out a little whine as the bead rubbed cruelly against his walls. Stark had a hard enough passing those beads through his surprisingly-submissive punishee's ass. He wondered what it would be like to have that tight orifice hug his needy hardon.
Stark smirked evilly as his lazy and nice side was pushed back. He now was running on his hollow instinct. And it told him to find his release not matter what, if he had to take his prey unwillingly...
Grimmjow's nostrils flared nosily, as he felt Stark slip a metal-type band on the tip of his cock and felt a strap of leather attach to his ball sac. He groaned as his erection was attached in a vice-like contraption. Stark was an evil mastermind—a lazy one...but an evil one at that...
Stark smirked and stepped back for a moment, to admire his work. Grimmjow's pale cheeks (on both ends were flushed with red. His lower cheeks were a sexy rosy-pink tint, from his spanking. A black handle stuck out of his pucker star. His surprisingly massive cock, trapped and turning purple in the cruel cockring.
Surprisingly, he found Grimmjow's predicaments rather sexy and appealing. What Stark needed was away to get his erection to go away, Grimmjow's mouth looked rather appealing right now.
"Listen, kitty, I'm going to remove the gag, if you speak I punish you more severely. If you try to bite my member, I'll make your balls come off," Stark said in a vicious and predatory snarl...
Grimmjow's vibrant blue eyes widened, right now he believed the normal docile Stark. He had no clue what so ever got into Stark, but he kind of like it...
Grimmjow nodded and Stark slipped it out of his jaw. Grimmjow's jaw adjusted to being free. The cat-like male snapped his jaw back into place. His eyes widened as he saw Stark's massive hardon forcefully slip pass his lips.
Grimmjow wanted to resist at first, but then he remembered Stark's nasty promise. He opened up his jaw and tried to take as much of the cock as he could.
"Don't you look pretty, with your mouth stuffed with my cock," Stark taunted.
Grimmjow's temper flared, but he said nothing...
Stark began to face fuck Grimmjow, his member slipping painfully down his throat.. Stark grunted in pleasure as he felt himself bottom up into his mouth. His brown pubic hair resting against Grimmjow's nose and heated cheeks...
To Grimmjow, it felt like hell. To Stark, he was in hog heaven...
Stark's hips began to piston up into Grimmjow's unwilling mouth. Stark grunted as he felt his orgasm face approaching. He began to fuck Grimmjow's maw, like there was no tomorrow!
"Fuck~!" Stark howled as his seed painted Grimmjow's mouth white...
Grimmjow began to almost gag on the salty-like semen. He tried to spit it out, but Stark the clever coyote that he was, place the gag ball into the panther's mouth again. Grimmjow had no choice but to swallow the fluid or choke to death...
Stark pulled himself out of Grimmjow's mouth and patted his cheek. "Good Kitty, for being such as good sport, I'll give you the release you crave. But, not until I get to fuck that tight ass of yours."
Grimmjow grunted in agreement, his mind was too far gone to care. His instinct had taken over all he wanted was release and for the torture to be over with...
Grimmjow suddenly felt the beads being pulled out of his ass, then he felt Stark slip into his ass. His anal orifice's muscles began to stretch to accommodate the large intruder. Grimmjow felt like someone had shoved a massive lead pipe up his anal cavity. He swore that he felt himself rip..
Grimmjow was in sheer pain. Stark was in the abyss of sheer pleasure. Grimmjow's tight little ass was milking his massive dick beautifully.
He let out a growl of pleasure as he mounted is sexual prey...
Grimmjow started to moan as the painful and pleasurable sensations blended in a beautiful symphony. He gasped as he felt the blunt tip of Stark's cock hit a spot. He knew that it was his prostate. Grimmjow gasped as the special spot sent chill, and pain to his member.
His poor dick was still trapped in that evil contraption...
Stark's thrusts became more hectic and less controlled as he felt himself reach his final act of the play. He groaned and moved his hips faster into Grimmjow's now willing anal orifice...
Grimmjow felt Stark quicken his pace stabbing his prostate repeatedly. The pleasure and painful sensations began to blend in a beautiful filling sensation. He was even starting to ignore the painful contorting of his dick and balls...
Stark reached down and pulled the ring in one harsh, jerky movement off of his prey's purple hued cock. When he removed it, Grimmjow groaned his cock spattering white gooey substances in gallons on the floor. His ass contracted making start fall into the pleasure abyss with him...
Stark growled and bit into Grimmjow's shoulder marking the panther as his mate.
XXX
Both males out of breath panted as Stark removed Grimmjow from his bondage. The 6 foot one form of the, panther clashed down to the floor...
Grimmjow was to weak and when he came to, his body throbbed in a way that it never had before. He was pissed and...yet happy that stark did that too him.
All he knew was his neck throbbed like hell. Grimmjow craned his neck to see... That fucker had marked him...the sick son of a bitch...
His blue eyes scanned through the dungeon, looking for Stark... He was nowhere to be found.
"You mother fucker, wait till I get my hands on you~!" Grimmjow yelled. He was pissed, but his body was too exhausted for him to move..
'Fuck it, I'll get the bastard in the morning!' Grimmjow's sex jumbled mind stated, as he slipped into exhausted oblivion...
The last thought on his mind...It's always the quiet ones...
XXX
As Stark made his way back to Aizen's throne room he knocked on the door.
"Come in," Aizen said.
As Stark made his way into the chamber and he stood three feet from Aizen.
"How'd it go?" Aizen inquired curiously.
"Well, Grimmjow is surprisingly submissive," Stark shrugged.
Aizen chuckled. "Interesting fact to know,"
"You're dismissed, nice work Stark," he added.
The coyote espada, lazy once more, walked off to find a place to slumber undisturbed...
XXX
What the panther and coyote male didn't know, that a few hours ago a certain black haired green eyed espada watched. Ulquiorra Cifer got off to watching his annoying enemy get dominated by his lazy superior.
Proving yet again, it's always the quiet ones...
Fin: The End
A/N: Uh, that turned out more unexpected then...I thought. As I said before, it's my first ever fan fiction and shot at yaoi. Also, if you want something to blame, blame the perverted thought bunny hopping around my head..
That being said, I tried to play on their instincts of being hollow-like animals. I hope I captured them right, please forgive the Ooccness of Grimmjow and Stark... Also if you want Grimmjow to get revenge on Stark just leave me a review.
2: I tried to make Grimmjow have a masochistic behavior, and Stark having sadistic. Like they say, it's always the quiet ones.
3: I didn't want to have the "master" or "slave" metaphors in the story, because their both running on instinct. Instead I referred to him as "pray" and Stark "predator". Just a fun word play I thought of.
4: when I was adding Aizen into the spell check database, it corrected it Asian. I thought that was kind of a funny tidbit. And Szayle it corrected it "Sexy or Sexual" O.o? my computer has the mind of Captain Kuraku...lol...
Have a nice day and thanks for reading
XoXo
-Killermuffins
P.S. Review please, all feedback is apriciated...
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